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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Fenris" data-source="post: 2576880" data-attributes="member: 2820">The Jackal begins swearing, uttering curses to and from every diety, god, and demon he can name. "A Liar! Nothing but a low-down soul-stealer. Grrrrr. I mean steal THINGS, not souls not bodies! Well I suppose he got what was coming to him in the end" and Jovik laughs but stops suddenly and starts swearing again "Where's his body? I know I killed him, his blood is still warm on the blade. What in blazes is going on today. I need a drink. No I need many drinks. And what in the name of Mother Cauphriol was wrong with those boys." Jovik hated magic, partly because he couldn't understand it but mostly because he couldn't control it and felt helpless around it. He had little experiance with it and all of it bad (today just reinforced his opinion of it). What he needed was someone who could help him, explain who this Zsath character was and what that damn yellow-robed guy did to the crowd and what happened to the boys. Baeval, at the Vomiting Jester, he knew lots of people. " I can kill two birds with one stone" said the Jackal, drinks and leads. He suddenly remembered, Damn, I still have to come up with 50 nobles for Rashul, assuming he was still alive he tought with a smile. He made a mental note to look for easy marks on his was to the tavern and to keep an eye out for any of the guild members who where there earlier, especially one of Gradlin's old boys, they would talk more easily. Maybe then he could find out what they saw as Zsath came in.</blockquote>

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